A kind reader calling himself Fred, just Fred, found the name of the goddess I featured yesterday. I’ll keep her anonymous because you never know what the trolls and perverts will do with identities these days, but it’s nice to know, thanks Fred.
I’m famous again:
This is the second time I’ve been featured on this blog that I read every day. Mike Johnson
is probably the friendliest, most intelligent, level headed and literate blogger around and his many commenters and followers will attest to that. I’ve been following him for many years and make regular small donations through the Patreon fund to help him out as he makes his living from this blog and we all want him to survive. He has a story to tell, too personal for here, but we’ve developed a loose acquaintanceship over the years. He’s 63, ten years younger than me and has a few health issues a bit similar to mine which make for very interesting reading. I recommend his blog highly if you like reading about cameras and lenses, photographs and life in upstate New York: The Online Photographer
However… I must say that Mike’s tastes in photography do not resemble mine. We are on opposite sides of the photographic style fence, but since he used to be the editor of Camera magazine I won’t say any more.
Talking about the weather is a bit boring, but boring is what our weather is like here in Perth, day after day after day of 24, 25deg with almost no wind, a bit of cloud and a very rare few short showers of rain. After the hottest April day on record two weeks ago, it’s starting to feel as if winter has arrived, although I’m still starting the night on top of the covers and continuing my daily cold showers. This is the longest cold shower run I can recall, since mid-November last year.
I think this April is heading for a record dry. We’re way below average rainfall. As usual. Climate change is real.
I’ve said my electricity bills have gone down markedly since I’ve had solar power, even as low as zero. But the bill for the period just finished, mid February to mid April was $124, back up again. I know I was running the air-con a lot in the daytime, assuming the solar would cover the cost, but I guess I ran it at night in the bedroom two or three times, which is unusual for me. Not all night, just for the first couple of hours. late March-April was quite a hot period.
Another factor is that I got an air fryer bench oven in November last year and that uses a lot of power, I think. I use it in the evening, of course, when the sun is not being so generous. I have a power meter that you can program with the unit cost (26.3c/KW-hour here in Perth), so it tells you how much the power is costing. I must plug it in and use it.
I have another one monitoring my washing machine and in more than six months, it tells me it’s only cost me $7.94. That’s usually for only one load a week, occasionally two. Pretty good. Fisher & Paykel.
I’m reading a book called Exactly by Simon Winchester. It’s about precision in engineering and manufacturing, which interests me greatly and I had high hopes for this book. The author is well known for his previous books, The Surgeon of Crowthorne, Pacific, The Map That Changed the World and many others.
But what I’m finding is jingoism expounded in the plummy voice of Stephen Fry. It’s all about how great Britain was and is, about how everything was invented in Britain and exported to the world. Sure, America gets plenty of mention, but mainly in how the ideas came from British inventors. And it’s all spoken in such flowery language with excessive embroidery, with long strings descriptive words so that I feel, “Please, stop, get to the point of the sentence.”
I’m only up to the invention of the jet engine, by an Englishman, naturally, Sir Frank Whittle in the 1930s and 40s so I should reserve judgement until I’ve finished the book. He includes the Rolls-Royce engine failure that crippled the QANTAS A380 flight 32 out of Singapore, but so far, despite clear evidence that it was a badly manufactured part in the engine that caused the failure, there’s been no criticism of RR. So far. I’ll keep you posted.
Did you go out into the dawn this morning at 6am? I sort of wish I had but I’m afraid I forgot and I was solidly asleep until 7.30am. This is a very quiet street so I doubt I would have seen much. Oh well, next year. Next year? What will next year hold?